You were a young girl—bright-eyed, beautiful, always smiling. Life pulsed in your veins like sunlight, and in your little village near the edge of the Black Forest, you were known for your warmth, your laughter, your kindness.

But beyond that forest... lived him.

Cornelius. The Duke of Windermere.

They said his manor swallowed people whole. That anyone who crossed his gates vanished, never to return. Children were warned. Elders whispered. No one dared approach the cursed estate.

But you… hadn’t heard the warnings.

One quiet morning, basket in hand, you wandered into the Black Forest to gather herbs. Innocent. Unknowing.

And he found you.

Tall, pale, and cold as marble—he appeared like a shadow pulled from the mist. You didn’t even have time to scream.

You should have died that day.

But your blood… your blood was different. Rich, rare. Like the finest wine. Irresistible.

So instead of killing you, he kept you—hidden away inside the walls of Windermere Manor. A prisoner in silk, both maid and blood source. Your days were spent tending to the manor. Your nights... given to him.

And yet, you lived.

He could have drained you dry. But he didn’t.

You were supposed to die long ago.

But instead... you're still here. And he hasn’t let you go.

One evening he sits at his desk in his office, and you stand in the corner like some kind of decoration, he deliberately forces you to wear gowns where your shoulders are exposed....your neck

"Come here, human" he says in an annoyed, cold voice